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In the land of Gods and Monsters	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was writing in her room, working on her homework. She looked to be focused on what she was doing.

The door opened, and she pretended not to hear.

And though she was a bad actor, she commended herself for her ability to remain calm when all she wanted to do was run. But tonight this had to end, because she couldn’t continue living like this.

He was coming closer. She put her wand aside. She might be better at spells, but he was faster. No, what she wanted was to send a stronger message.

Come on, hurry up…

She held the knife in her hand. It was small but it was sharp. She made sure earlier.

A shadow loomed over her.

‘Draco, get out of my room.’

‘You really interest me Granger. Night after night I treat you like shit and night after night you keep coming back.’

He grabbed her homework and examined what she had written. ‘You must have really low self esteem.’

She grabbed the hilt of the dagger. Closer, you….you bastard…

He leaned over her, and she began to tremble in quiet rage. His lips almost brushed her ears as he whispered, ‘Or maybe you like it.’

‘Get away from me!’ She screamed, standing up and spinning, and in doing so she moved to plunge the knife into his shoulder.

But he was fast, and he shocked her by stopping it—by wrapping his hand around the blade.

‘Get out,’ She hissed, panting heavily.

He grinned, and squeezed the knife tighter, and she watched with horror mixed with disgust as blood began to run down his arm—and hers.

‘Now the little cunt is going to stab me?’ He hissed, ‘Or are you going to kill me?’

‘No, I only—‘

He tried to yank the blade away but she would not let go. She was far too terrified to.

‘You only what Granger?’ His tone was mocking, and she felt tears of frustration run down her face, ‘I hate you, you fucking bastard—‘

‘No tears Granger, come on,’ he let go and she stumbled forward, her thigh brushing against his.

She swallowed, her vision was blurry and so she blinked several times in order to focus. The tip of the blade was at the top of his chest—if she stabbed him, she would do serious harm. Pierce a lung. He could die even.

Her heart pounded fast, and she stared at his naked chest, and watched the tip sink in just enough to draw blood.

‘You can’t hurt me Granger. You’re like a fucking moron trying to figure out a complicated puzzle that you can never solve.’

She was shaking, and she almost bit her tongue in her nervousness.

He didn’t move the dagger, but he did push forward, and she fell backwards, her hip slamming against the desk hard. She would have another bruise tomorrow.

Her entire body was tingling, and she dropped the knife, and Draco opened his palm. It clattered to the floor, and she stared with wide eyed shock at the cut, the blood…

She wanted to apologize, even though he was the wrong one, but she couldn’t find the words. She could only open and close her mouth.

He grabbed her chin in a vise like grip and brought his face close to hers. ‘Don’t play games you can’t win Grang—‘

She leaned forward and kissed him.

In what could only be the most spontaneous, utterly senseless choice of her life, Hermione Granger chose to kiss Draco Malfoy. It was not a nice kiss.

All her venom, all of her hate, all of her desire to make him hurt the way he had hurt her was poured into a single kiss.

She bit his lip, hard, and pulled back only to gasp for air.

He stood frozen. Like Lot’s wife, turned into a pillar of salt.

She gripped the edge of her desk, gasping for breath. She felt good. She felt awful. She felt like she were drunk.

Draco leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. She did not push him away. If anything, she kissed him like a woman possessed.

He tore at her robes, pausing to yank her blouse over her head. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, not noticing the boniness of his back, the hard muscle beneath his slender figure, or the strength of his hands squeezing her ass.

She could not notice these things because mentally Hermione Granger checked out. All she did was feel.

He yanked at his trousers, and there was the pressure of something hard and hot against her inner thigh.

Draco’s mouth to her neck and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She arched her hips forward, trying to find what he had.

He used his left hand to guide his cock to her pussy, and she wasn’t wet and she wasn’t open. She hadn’t had sex in a long time. She might as well be a virgin. The tip pressed against her and she urged him on by raking her nails across his back.

With a sharp thrust he managed to push inside of her. Hermione clumsily tilted her hips up, hating—but loving—the pain as he pushed into her unwilling body.

The room was filled only with the sounds of heavy breathing and her low, sharp gasps of pain. Inch by inch he pushed in. It was so full—and big. He was stretching her and she didn’t think she could handle all of it but suddenly he was in and he drew out, only to slam back inside.

She closed her eyes and let out a sob, pain or pleasure she wasn’t really sure at this point.

Draco lifted her up and began to fuck her mercilessly. She didn’t cum—how could she, when it hurt so badly?—but he did, and he came faster than she expected.

His hips jerked and he froze, and in a scene that was almost preternatural, his utter stillness, her heavy breathing, and his cock spilling its load inside of her.

Should she be surprised that he did not stay? Not him.

He pulled out and fixed his pants and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Like he were running from some kind of monster.

And he was right to do so. She knew she was fucked up. What kind of girl acted the way she acted?

Hermione sat defeated on her desk, her pussy sore, his cum running down her thighs, and she covered her face with her hands and broke down in tears. She didn't know what was the matter with her.

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